He was talking about killing, crushing, chopping... My God, when is all this going to end?”
But a few days later it ended. I was condemned to go on living and living.
One morning, Glória came in, radiant. I was sitting up in bed, feeling sad about life. “Look, Zezé.”
In her hands was a tiny white flower. “It’s Pinkie’s first blossom. Soon he’ll be a grown-up tree and bear fruit.”
I sat there stroking the little white flower. I wouldn’t cry over anything any more.
Although Pinkie was trying to say goodbye to me with that flower, he had already left the world of my dreams for the world of my reality and pain.
“Now let’s have some porridge and walk around the house a little like you did yesterday. Come soon, OK?”
That was when King Luís climbed onto my bed. He was allowed near me now. At first they hadn’t wanted him to get upset.
“Zezé!” “What, my little king?” He was the only true king.
The others, the King of Diamonds, the King of Hearts, the King of Clubs and the King of Spades,
were just figures soiled by the fingers that played them.
But he wouldn’t live to sit on a throne. “Zezé, I love you.” “I love you too, little brother.”
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